Author Emily Dickinson 920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behind— 'Tis mostly—following— We go no further with the Dust Than to the Earthen Door— And then the Panels are reversed— And we behold—no more. Tags sun Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments